Lemmy Quotes

To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.

It's funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life.

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.

You hope people are going to be listening to you after you're gone. And they like you better after you're gone.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

A radio show recently did a beautiful eulogy of me.

That is my major preoccupation, memory, the kingdom of memory. I want to protect and enrich that kingdom, glorify that kingdom and serve it.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead, you're made for life.

We burn the evil men do with their mortal remains. We treasure the memory of the good they do, and distance magnifies it.

It is human to exaggerate the merits of the dead.

Mankind are so ready to bestow their admiration on the dead, because the latter do not hear it, or because it gives no pleasure to the objects of it. Even fame is the offspring of envy.

A remembrance can mean nothing to the one remembered; it can only remind the ones left behind how little they did while you were still alive.

Everyone has ways of trying to find a way to memorise our past. There's something very poetic about that.

When I die and my memories die with me, all that will remain will be thousands of yellowing photographs and 35mm negatives in my filing cabinets.

I want people talking about me when I'm gone.

I always felt that one needs to be remembered long after one has gone.

I want to be remembered.

Ultimately, I think, as humans, we all care deeply about our life's legacy, and contemplating our own mortality is the only real way to approach that question of legacy honestly.

I would just like to be remembered.

Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.

We celebrate the past to awaken the future.

I wish that we lived in a time and a generation where people would stop viewing my honesty as overly emotional. People always act like I spend my life crying in a dark room. I don't, I'm good. I'm a man. I want to be remembered as an artist that gave you a piece of me, as opposed to some surface bullshit. I don't think people realize that we die, we leave here, and either they forget about you or remember you. And how they remember you is up to you. I just want to be remembered as a poet that was open and honest because I wake up every morning and I'm me.